Tag: Poems

The moment slipped away with fleeting grace,
A smile that vanished in the winds of time;
No hands could catch its swift, elusive pace,
No words could keep its rhythm or its rhyme.

The winds have shifted; now the skies have changed,
The sun no longer warms that tender scene;
The world, transformed, is foreign and estranged,
And what has been will never more have been.

The stars aligned but once, and now no more—
Their pattern lost within the endless night;
The chance that once stood open, now a door
That’s closed forever, fading out of sight.

Yet though that moment never comes again,
It lives within my heart, her soft refrain.

The earth, 

once clad in winter’s shroud, 

now wears the Easter cloak of spring’s rebirth, 

her frozen breath dissolved in the warmth 

of April’s touch. 

 

From the darkness, 

light reclaims its throne, 

and the rivers run with wine, 

their mirrored souls reflecting skies 

that once lay veiled beneath the storm. 

 

The trees, once bare, 

now stretch their limbs in praise, 

adorned with blossoms soft and pale, 

each petal a prayer for the sun’s return. 

 

The fields awaken, 

no longer silent, 

as the winds hum ancient melodies 

that stir the seeds below. 

 

Life, like a whispered secret, 

emerges from the womb of time, 

its fragile wings outspread in faith 

to meet the dawn of what may come.

I see the pain you bear, though words are few, 

I’d carry it all, if only I knew 

How to hold the sorrow that you hide.

I’m left to watch you from afar, 

With empty, helpless hands, 

Unable to kiss a single scar,

Wishing to soothe, to understand.

If the two could see the sorrow in their eyes,

The silent bond that words would break,

Their wounds would heal, and love renew;

Yet still, they suffer from mistake.

Yet still, a light remains unseen,

A flicker faint beneath the grief;

If only they could let it rise,

Yet still, they cling to disbelief.

Her hair, a cascade of shadows, spun from silken night,

Frames her work, a masterpiece, in the morning’s gentle light.

Drawing closer, she weaves a path, where flowers bloom and grow,

As if the earth itself responds, to the grace she does bestow.

We probe the boundless cosmic night,

And in the atom’s heart, we seek the light.

We claim the mysteries that nature hides,

But chase reflections of our minds.